Aaron sat in the firelight.

Even the saucepan on the fire was silent.

Darkness, silence, the firelight in the upper room, and the two men together.
"It isn't quite true," said Lilly, leaning on the mantelpiece and staring down into the fire.
"Where isn't it?
You talk, and you make a man believe you've got something he hasn't got?
But where is it, when it comes to?
What have you got, more than me or Jim Bricknell! Only a bigger choice of words, it seems to me." Lilly was motionless and inscrutable like a shadow.
"Does it, Aaron!" he said, in a colorless voice.
"Yes.

What else is there to it ?" Aaron sounded testy.
"Why," said Lilly at last, "there's something.

I agree, it's true what you say about me.